Thursday Afternoon Songs: Magazine Mirror

Thursday Afternoon Songs: Magazine Mirror

What I do just ain't your scene,
I don't live in a magazine.
And, you're stupid and you're mean,
Cuz' I don't live in a magazine

He'll never
Like me
For what I am

He's stupid
He's shallow
And, he's bland

I won't be
Taken
For a fool

Please don't
include me
With you

I am not a normal girl
I don't belong in this world
Through the clouds I see the sun
Scarring the face of everyone

He'll never
Like me
For what I am

He's stupid
He's shallow
And, he's bland

I won't be
Taken
For a fool

Please don't
include me
With you

I'll never be a beauty queen
So, go on and be mean
It just ain't my scene
It ain't my scene

Go on and measure me
I'll never be petite,
But pure hearts can see
Just how to love someone like me.

My Short Story: A Sense of Normal

My short story: A Sense of Normal is being featured on an online Halloween event on Facebook.

If you can, check it out.

https://www.facebook.com/events/1655642991381785/1663691060576978/

Some other spooky tales, short films, and music is going to be featured too.

Happy Halloween!

-The LMB

Thursday Afternoon Songs: Triumph to Be Alive

Fifth Installment of Thursday Afternoon Songs: Triumph to Be Alive

Triumph to Be Alive

I don't need you to say
It’s all gonna be ok
Cuz from you it just don't mean a thing
From you it just don't mean a thing

The night comes and I’m afraid
I won't live to see the day
My friend finds it hard to survive
A triumph to be alive

It’s in one ear and out the other

But it's in one ear and out the other

Lacking in confidence
And making no fucking sense
But I’m trying harder than you
To chase away the blue

But it’s in one ear and out the other 

Yeah it's in one ear and out the other

One day it'll be gone
Never say you can't go on

A triumph, to be alive.

Thursday Afternoon Songs: Bleed Red

Second Installment of Thursday Afternoon Songs

Bleed Red

There’s a message in the heartache.

There’s a message in the pieces.

Gotta’ man up fight your demon.

And break away from all that scheming.

All the wouldn’t and the couldn’t.

All excuses don’t you know that?

All the grudges and the fighting,

Makes peace more elusive.

Our precious hearts, we’re not in need of anymore

Well, I’d rather be dead.

These aching arms, left empty by lovers

Well, we all bleed red.

I don’t want to be afraid now.

I don’t want to wash away now.

You’re in trouble if you’re thinking

You can survive on all that hate

And

All the drugs won’t make your heart grow

All the faith won’t help you to let go.

Our precious hearts, we’re not in need of anymore

Well, I’d rather be dead

These aching arms, left empty by lovers

Well, we all bleed red

And

You can’t take, the world and all its upsets

But

I swear it’s really beautiful.

To give in, to drastic measures

When we all bleed red.

What will you say at the end?

When all the flowers are dead?

When all the tears start to flow

You look

And

See no one you know.

When I live and you just breathe

Yes

I’ll live and you’ll just breathe.

Thursday Afternoon Songs: Fairytale

I am going to start posting bits of my writing here for the internet to look at. I will start with some of the lyrics I have written.

I'll call it: Thursday Afternoon Songs

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Fairytale endings, are what dreams are made of

Well, prince charming is dead.

And your ships never gonna come in, you're fooling yourself you know it.

With all of this in your head.

But I gotta believe in something

Cuz' you believe in nothing

You tell me I’m crazy

Well yeah maybe I am

I see the city behind the smog

Hope and feeling, love and meaning, aren’t pleasures empty

No matter what you say.

But I gotta believe in something

Cuz' you believe in nothing

When the world is falling down will you say you believe?

In the end,

The end,

Of the world.

But I gotta believe in something

Cuz' you believe in nothing

I'm taking a break from schoolwork to ambiguously rant a little...

So, the semester has started and I am sort of in a busy funk. Thinking way too much, but writing some interesting prose, poems, and what I like to call the bits-and-pieces of my unreleased and unfinished (yet!) series.

I feel simultaneously like I am not living up to my own potential and doing better than others who have chosen the same path.

I think the difference that separates these two variables is this:

The aspect of whether or not I care either way.

I am pursuing something that will make me relatively happy and it is a worthwhile goal, but there is that overwhelming sense of people not understanding why I am choosing to do this at this point in my life and the opposing crowd who says: "Why did you wait so long?"

I consider myself not indecisive, but a person who thinks about things for WAY longer than they should AND a person who has just enough confidence to START but not always enough to finish.

I think it is about time that I actually finish something. For me. If it inadvertently makes someone I love happy and "proud" of me then that is pretty superb, but not really necessary or even deserved.

Ugh. So, what is the point you say?

The point is: I care about what I think of what I have done. I do not care if anyone approves. Although, when someone does approve it makes the journey, struggle, and hard work a little bit more pleasant and less arduous.

I do because I can. And, because if I do not, no one else will.

And if they do, it would not be the same as if I do it.

-The LMB

PS. If you can understand this or if ANY of it resonates with your soul, heart, and/or brain. You are invited to have a drink with me. I'll take a Southern Comfort on the rocks with Rose's Lime Juice, what will you be having?

I've finally finished my first draft!

So, I finally finished the first draft of my novel. 

With all the crap going on in life, I must say that of this I am quite proud. 

I realized that my novel is going to be a series/trilogy/saga. The story I have to tell cannot be summed up in one book. I don't know where this journey in this universe I have created is going to take me, but I'm glad I decided to embark on it. 

I will give you a brief rundown about my book without giving too much away. 

I think it can be categorized as new adult paranormal fiction.  

The title is going to be: The Naturenetics: An Absorber in the Megacosm

The subsequent books will be titled The Naturenetics: ... Blah blah whatever title I choose. 

I am not going to tell you what exactly it is about yet because I want to have the synopsis be the first real information you have about it. 

I guess you could say I'm secretive about it. ;)

I am going to edit it in a weird way. Well, at least I think it is a weird way.

My editing process is as follows:

I do all of my editing on paper. As I've mentioned before on Twitter, I know this is old fashioned but my brain works out problems and stuff like that better on paper. Plus, if I get any new ideas, I can jot them down instantly on the draft in my scribble chicken scratch.

I print out everything, the entire draft but I break it up by chapters. I use double spacing and usually a 12 or 14 pt font. I staple the chapters individually and work with them sometimes out of order.  I don't think anyone else does editing this way but if you do please comment and let me know.

I guess my creativity can't be "by the book". I don't follow any sort of rules for any creative pursuit I have. 

I'm weird, but the outcome is usually something good or at least it's good to me. 

I do however, hope that when its all said and done, someone else thinks its good too. 

I will continue to make updates here on the blog. 

Until then...

My First 3 Minute Fiction Entry

A few months, weeks, I-don't-remember-ago I entered into a contest run by NPR called Three Minute Fiction. Each story has to be able to read in under three minutes and they give you a prompt. This round's prompt was to make the story in the form of a voicemail message. I didn't win but it was fun to write it and I thought that since the contest is over I would post it here.

So here it is:

Hey Billy, It's William by Lisa M. Bello

Beep…

Hey Billy, it's William. I'm getting tired of your childish games. When will you just grow up? This has been going on for three years now. I cannot simply stand by anymore. Every time you pick up that XBox controller you leave me behind. What could be more important than making sure that you have the money for the power bill or making sure that student loan debt gets paid off? You know one day you are going to wake up and realize that you should have listened to me Billy! 

Hey! Are you there? Pick up and take responsibility!

I just can't stand by anymore while you use your Ivy League developed decision making skills to decipher which assault weapon to use in Call of Duty instead of choosing the next step in your business career. I don't care if reaching the next level in Angry Birds makes you happy!  Use that mobile device to pay off that credit card balance! I don't think it's a good idea at all to be wasting your precious time like this. Your happiness does not pay for all those pizzas you consume on a weekly basis. A well paying job does! But that’s right Billy, we don’t have a job! 

We can’t have fun all the time you know. Sometimes you have to take responsibility. Do you know what responsibility means Billy? I can read the definition to you from the dictionary if you are too lazy to look it up online or god forbid, read it in that old dusty dictionary on the shelf!

Here it is:

Merriam-Webster defines responsibility as, the quality or state of being responsible. That means moral, legal, and mental accountability Billy! Something you obviously care nothing about! Do you care about anything in our life?

Do realize that you have not been to the gym for three months?  We bought that membership as a birthday present to ourselves remember? It’s too expensive be left unused! Have I taught you nothing? Do you think Martha would approve of this Billy? After all, I am the one who had to woo her into loving us. All of those fancy dinners out and nice gifts didn’t come from you Billy. They came from me. I, William Soul, did all that. When Billy Soul, the slacker, took over she decided to leave you! A six pack of beer and a pirated movie is not a lady’s idea of a good date night in case you didn’t notice.

This is why you can’t be left to your own devices Billy. This is why I have to continually check up on you. I must confess that we are getting too old for this! 

You know what? I have decided that this will be my last contact with you. From now on, you’re on your own. Don’t call on me when the electricity gets turned off or the repo man comes to collect that awful car you drive. It’s time you learn some lessons on your own Billy. For now it’s goodbye. Have a nice life and don’t feel the need to call me back, not that you ever do anyway.

So until we meet again, I say: Goodbye Billy, William is no longer looking out for you.

Click.

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If you want to read the other ones check out NPR's Three Minute Fiction website here.

Title of My Work in Progress Novel

I have been working on a novel for a few months now. Actually for a good part of a year.

The title of this WIP (That's the proper "net" term for it right writers?) is:

The Naturenetics: An Absorber in the Megacosm

Stay tuned for more details and interesting things relating to the novel. 

I am trying to use this blog for more than everyday world ranting. Although, there will still be that I'm sure. 

I want to start posting a lot more.

I was signing up for some affiliate website thing that claims you can get paid for posting content. I signed up for it, posted one thing, and then realized that I could do the same here on my own blog. And if I wanted to do the adsense google thing I could eventually do that here too. Plus, I didn't like their rules about posting. On my blog, this here thing you are reading, in the Lisa space... there are no rules. I don't care if you read this blog naked, in a strip club, while having a massage, with a therapeutic face mask on, while watching The Big Bang Theory (Johnny Galecki is super nerd hot BTW) or soaking your tootsies in some bubbly water after a hard day at work and you're a man. I used to write so much in my youth. It made me feel sane. The past few years I haven't written anything unless it was contained in a song. And I'm not exactly sure why I stopped maybe it's because I am pretty happy now when in the height of my writing, I was an emotional roller coaster? Who knows! I used to just write even if what I wrote didn't make any type of sense. I want to get back to that. Sometimes it will be stupid, sometimes it will be angry/ranting, sometimes it will be heartfelt, sometimes it will be poetry, prose, a list of things I like, a video I like, praise for a TV show, praise for a music artist, praise for a book or author, sometimes I'll show you how to do something (don't get offended if you already know how to do it, genius :/) or I'll tell you about something I did yesterday or today or that time in that place with those people and that boat... That being said I'm going to try to post every day here or some thereabouts. It's one of those things that I swear to myself that I'm going to do but life interrupts. I want to tell life to hold on while I post this...